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1847
Barrett, Andrew Alexander Barrett
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Tuesday last, ANDREW ALEXANDER, son of William and
Lucinda Barrett of this place, aged about 5 months.
Barrow, Alexander Barrow
Spirit of Democracy,
The Hon. Alexander Barrow, U.S. Senator from
Brewer, Abraham Brewer
Spirit of Democracy,
On the same day (Monday, May 24, 1847), at his residence,
in this township, Mr. Abraham Brewer, aged about 40 years.
Carrothers, James Harvey Carrothers
Spirit of Democracy,
On Monday last, JAMES HARVEY, son of Geo. W. and Mary
Carrothers, aged 6 months.
“I take these little lambs, said He,
And lay
them in my breast;
Protection they shall find in me—
In me he
ever blest.”
Craig, W. Craig
Spirit of Democracy,
A rencounter took place on board the steamer
Mr. B. was tried before the Mayor of
Davis, John Davis
Doran, Charles Doran
Richards, M. Richards
McNinch, Oliver McNinch
Cassidy, Jo Cassidy
Spirit of Democracy,
DREADFUL ACCIDENTS
The Pittsburg Commercial of Tuesday says, a “land slide”
occurred in
Five children were instantly crushed to death and three
others wounded. The names of those killed are as follows; John Davis, Charles
Doran, M. Richards, Oliver McNinch and Jo Cassidy. They varied in age from six
to ten years.
Wounded—John Craig, S. Johnson, and Robert McCorkle. The
injuries of the wounded are not considered dangerous.
Haines, Joseph C. Haines
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Friday the 25th inst, JOSEPH C., infant
son of Jacob C. and Lydia Haines.
Hamer, T. L. Hamer
2nd obit
Spirit of Democracy,
Brigadier Gen. Hamer, of
Hamer, T. L. Hamer
3rd obit
Spirit of Democracy,
Death of Brigadier General Hamer, of Ohio
The friends of the distinguished Hamer, though for a time
indulging in the hope that the report of his death might prove erroneous, have
at length been forced to the painful conclusion that the announcement, which a
few evening’s since struck us an electric shock, was, alas, but stern reality.
He died in his brigade camp at
The death of this eminent man is not a loss to be deplored
by a neighborhood, a county, or a state but the nation may join in giving
expression to a people’s sorrow.
Entering the councils of Ohio at an early age, he displayed
an ability which gave assurance of his future eminence; and although from that
time until the present he has been generally in public life—mingling freely in
the fierce party conflicts for which that State is distinguished—yet the natural
amenity of his disposition, joined to a fund of inimitable humor, had prevented
the engineering of the bitter feuds which so frequently spring up between men
of opposing politics. His popularity with the people was proverbial; and so
great was it in his own district that, at the recent State election Gen. Hamer
was elected to the next Congress by, we may say, an almost unanimous vote—no
formal opposition having been presented. His nomination for that office by the
democratic convention was no less triumphant. Had he survived, that his career
in Congress would have been marked by great ability, we have the evidence of
the distinction he attained as a member of that body a number of years since,
during the trying seasons of panic and dismay, when, among the able men then in
the House of Representatives, he occupied the very first rank.
Seldom is it that men who have been so constantly, from an
early life, engaged in politics, become distinguished as well-read profound
lawyers; yet in the case of Hamer, by the common consent of the
As a military man his career has been brief; but limited as
it has been, death kindly withheld his hand until the manly brow of the galiant
Hamer wore a wreath of laurel, plucked by his own brave arm, in the midst of
fire, carnage, groans, and death, in the bloody streets of
Hamer, T. L. Hamer
Spirit of Democracy,
Death of Gen. Hamer—By reference to the news from the Army,
in another column, it will be seen that Brig. Gen. T. L.Hamer, of
He was among
His future prospects for brilliancy and usefulness, were
not, perhaps, excelled by those of any man in our country.
Hardin, Colonel Hardin
McKee, Colonel McKee
Clay, Colonel Clay
Vaughn, Willis Vaughn
Spirit of Democracy,
HONORS TO THE HEROIC DEAD
The remains of Colonel Hardin, who fell at Buena Vista,
were interred with imposing honors at
The remains of Colonels McKee and Clay, Captains Willis
Vaughn, and the other gallant Kentuckians recovered from the field of Buena
Vista, were interred at
Hartline, Michael Hartline
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Wednesday, the 30th ult, at the
residence of his son, in
Isham, Cyrus Isham
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Tuesday last, at
King, Seymore King
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Thursday, the 19th inst, at his
residence in Centre township, MR. SEYMORE KING, aged 46 years.
Kirkpatrick, James Kirkpatrick
Spirit of Democracy,
POWDER MILL BLOWN UP
About 9 o’clock on Monday morning last, the Karnelling and
Glazing Mill of the Messrs. Austin, on the Little Miami, six miles above Xenia,
blew up with a tremendous report, completely destroying the building and the
greater part of the machinery and instantly killed a young man—James
Kirkpatrick—who was in the building at the time.
At the time of the accident, there was from 1000 to 1,200
lbs. of powder in the mill—all of which was of coarse consumed. How it became
ignited is a mystery which will probably never be solved. The machinery was,
and had been standing from the Saturday evening previous, and no fire of coarse
was permitted about the establishment. Two or (thre [sic] minuets) before the
explosion, Mr. George Linkhart had taken a load of powder from the Mill to the
Dry House, and had left young Kirkpatrick un-employed, in the mill. Had the
accident occurred three minuets later,
Mr. L. and two other men employed about the mill would, in all probability,
have been blown up, with it. Their absence was most fortunate and timely.
Within five minuets of the accident, we were at the scene
of disaster, and the spectacle presented was truly surprising. The building was
razed to its very foundation stones, and the strong timbers of the frame torn
apart, twisted, and broken as though they had been but broom straws, and
scattered in every direction. The heavy cog-wheels of the mill had been blown
into the river to a distance of some fifty or sixty yards, and even the large
water-wheel, outside the building, had been started from its place. The heavy
sills were piled up on each side of where the building had stood, and the solid
earth beneath torn loose to the debt of several feet.
The shingles, & c, of the building were broken into
very small fragments, and covered the ground and filled the tops of the trees
about the place of the accident. The body of young Kirkpatrick, was found in
the race some two hundred feet from the building, the skull completely crushed,
the neck broken, and very much mangled and disfigured otherwise, but still none
of the parts dissevered. His death must have been instantaneous.
He was one of a large family
who live in the vicinity, some of whom were engaged in other buildings of the
manufactory at the time. He was about 17 years of age. His sudden and horrible
death should admonish us all uncertainty of human life.
Lathrope, James Lathrope
Dill, Samuel Dill
Lancaster, James Lancaster
Hawk, Henry Hawk
Ricardiff, John Ricardiff
Jones, Owen Jones
Boyle, Martin Boyle
Spirit of Democracy,
LIVES LOST
The steam boat Phoenix, having in tow the bark Leontine,
ship Manchester, and the ship Ironsides astern, some distance below New
Orleans, blew up on the 21st ult,--all six of her boilers exploding.
The names of those who were killed by this disaster are; James
Lathrope, pilot; Samuel Dill, second engineer; James Lancaster, mate; Henry
Hawk, steersman; Charles Smith and John Ricardiff, deck hands; Owen Jones and
Martin Boyle, firemen, all killed.
When the expolsion took place the steamer had along side of
her the bark Leontine, and ship
On board the Leontine, two of the crew were wounded, and
the vessel was seriously damaged by the explosion.
The calamity occurred at the South West pass. The engineer
of the
Maury, Mr. Maury
Spirit of Democracy,
Mr. Maury, of the U.S. Observatory, at
McDonnell, Pat McDonnell
Joyce, Bridget Joyce
M`Andrew, James M`Andrew
M`Hale, Edward M’Hale
Barrett, Wm. Barrett
Spirit of Democracy,
DEATHS BY STARVATION IN MAYO
The Mayo Constitution publishes another fearful catalogue
of deaths by famine within the last ten days. Here is the supplementary “black
list:”
On Monday, the 21st inst, Mr. Atkinson, coroner,
held an inquest on the body of PAT McDONNELL, at Springhill. The deceased was
found lying dead in a field. Some witnesses, and Dr. Nelson, were examined and
the following verdict was returned—“Died from Starvation.”
On the same day, the same coroner held an inquest on the
body of BRIDGET JOYCE, a widow with four children, who died in a small
sheephouse, in a field in Glanedagh. It appeared in evidence that the deceased
and her family were in the utmost state of destitution, and one of the children
had nothing to wet the lips of its dying parent but a drop of water or a little
snow. The body lay for eight days before a few boards could be procured to make
a coffin, in such a state of destitution was the locality. Verdict—“Death from
Starvation.”
On the 22d, the same coroner held an inquest on the body of
JAMES M`ANDREW, at Cloonman, whose death was very sudden. Verdict—“Died from
visitation of God.”
On the 22d, the same coroner held an inquest on the body of
EDWARD M`HALE, a boy, at Caracirable, in Attymass, one of a numerous family.
The evidence of the mother as to their destitution, was truly melancholy. The
last words of the dying child to his famishing parent, “mother, give me three
grains of corn.” A woman who was present at the melancholy scene, searched the
pocket of his jacket, and found three grains of corn. Verdict—“Died from
Starvation.”
On the 24th, the same coroner held an inquest on
the body of Wm. Barrett, at Acres, Killain. Verdict—“Died from Starvation.”
On the same day, the same coroner held an inquest on the
body of Bridget Walsh, at Rathtrom. Verdice—“Died from Starvation.”
BEFORE THE PREVIOUS OBITS
Some idea of the state of the county of Cork, Ireland, may
be learned from the fact that, in one barony (East Muskerry) there are 8,900
persons returned as destitute by the relief committees, and of another (the
barony of Bere) the Constitution thus reports:--
“For every one man employed there are five left roving in
destitution about the country, and those who are on the lists of the overseers
have in many instances to walk five miles to the road, and if not there at the
appointed hour, a quarter or half day’s pay is lost. So that persons leaving
their huts at 4 o’clock in the morning cannot regain them before seven or eight
o’clock at night, then to lie down on damp ground, their only covering being
the wet garments in which they shivered while they toiled all day. But those
who suffered on the works were content and were grateful, while those who were
not employed crowded round the houses of the few resident gentlemen in the
neighborhood, crying from hunger, and imploring to have their lives saved by
getting a little food or employment to purchase it.
Thus matters proceeded until Monday, when a large body of
the Dursey Islanders and the laborers, of the three parishes surrounding
Custletown walked into town and declared their determination to move into
Macroon and make a prisoner of Capt. Gordon, whom they declared they would they
would take back into the mountains, and there subject him to the same
privations which they were enduring until he alleviated their distress. So
determined did they appear in their purpose that the Rev. Thomas O`Grady, the
rector, and Mr. O`Sullivan, two gentlemen of great influence in the county,
could only prevail on them to postpone their march for a few days, but stating
that they themselves would that night set off and endeavor to procure
employment for them, as remonstrance by letter was disregarded. These gentlemen
accordingly did so, but the result of their mission is unknown.
Murphy, Margaret Murphy
Murphy, James Murphy
Murphy, John Murphy
Murphy, Sarah Ann Murphy
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On the 9th of November, Margaret Ellen,
aged 9 years; James and John—twins, one on the 26th, the other of
the 27th Nov., aged 6 years—and Sarah Ann, on the 29th, aged
11 years, all children of Mr. Benjamin Murphy of this township.
Thus has death cut off in the bloom of youth four of an
interesting family of four children within twenty days. Young as they were,
they seemed to have a knowledge of their situation. Sarah Ann especially, after
have enquired if she should see and know her brothers and sister in that bright
world above, was comforted with the assurance that she would, and expressed joy
at the happiness of meeting them in the blissful realms of peace and love. What
a consoling assurance is it to the bereaved parents, that “Of such is the
Lorenz
Neuhard died August 28, 1847. He was born July 3, 1846, in
Okey, Helen Okey
Spirit of Democracy,
On Wednesday last, HELEN, daughter of Henry and Elizabeth
Okey, aged 2 years and 5 months.
Patterson, Robert Patterson
Spirit of Democracy,
On Thursday last, at the residence of his son-in-law, Mr.
Alex Pope, of this place, MR. ROBERT PATTERSON, aged about 84 years.
Petty, Chares Wesley Petty
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Thursday the 13th inst, CHARES WESLEY,
son of Rev. L. Petty, of this place, aged 8 months and 15 days.
Pope, Alexander Pope
Spirit of Democracy,
On the same day (Monday, May 24, 1847) and within the same
hour, ALEXANDER, son of Alexander and Mary Pope, an interesting child, aged 19
months and 7 days.
“Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them
not, for of such is the
Pope, John P. Pope
Spirit of Democracy,
On Friday evening, the 14th inst, JOHN P., son
of Alexander Pope, of this place, aged 8 years and 7 months.
Prescott, Nathaniel R. Prescott
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—At his residence, near Sunfish,
Mr. Prescott migrated to
He left a wife and three children, and many other relatives
& friends to mourn his loss. J.T.M.
Shields, General Shields
Spirit of Democracy,
We have received the following painful intelligence by the
Illinois Register on May 14th. We hope it is premature, but fear it
is too true—
Ohio Statesman
“Death of Gen. Shields—It has become our painful duty to
record the death of Brigadier General Shields, who fell at
He was killed by a grape shot which passed through his
lungs and came out near the spine. Every effort to save him proved unavailing,
and after lingering about 24 hours he expired, lamented and honored by the
whole army.”
Smith, Enos Morris Smith
Spirit of Democracy,
On Wednesday last, ENOS MORRIS, son of Isaac and Phoebe
Smith, of this place, age 1 year.
“No more thy smiles, my heart rejoice
Yet
still I start to meet thine eye,
And call
upon the low, sweet voice,
That
gives me no reply—
And list
within my silent door
For the light feet, that come no more.”
Speight, Jesse Speight
Spirit of Democracy,
Death of Hon. Jesse Speight—The Hon. Jesse Speight died at
his residence in Lowndes county,
Mr. Speight was much esteemed—has held many offices of
importance and at the time of his death was a United States Senator from that
state.—Ib.
Taggart, Captain Taggart
Spirit of Democracy,
(In the account of the battle of
Here, take my sword, dear comrade,
For I am
dying now;
But yet I feel not Deaths’ stern hand
Upon my
palled brow,
I care not, though my heart’s rich blood
Is ebbing
fast and free,
It I but hear my comrades’ shout—
“On! on to victory.
.
My sword, my good old
keen-edged blade,
Is red with foeman’s blood,
For many a gory wave has
drank,
With her or for its food
Oh! bear it on to battle
still,
Where justice bids it fall:
The arm that wielded it grows
chill—
My sword! Oh, now farewell.
.
Hence! Ye and it have work to
do,
Sword, friends, and comrades, All;
“Our Cause Is Just!” then
boldly strike
For Honor—live or fall.
Oh, wield the sword of
Taggart well.
Amidst the thickest fight;
And think how of the proudly
drew
It in his country’s right.
.
I fall, but eb, “Our Cause Is
Just!”
I glory here to die;
I scorn a coward, fainting
heart,
Though death is in my eye.
Press on! Brave boys, not
barely yields,
Though serried ranks may blaze—
Stout hearts will nerve each
arm to strike,
And peace of triumph raise.
.
The boon of cannons greet my
ear,
The cloud of battle lowers;
Once more my pulses wildly
spring,
Though numbered are my hours,
Ha! Shouts of victory read
the air;
My heart with death grows chill;
Fight on! Brave boys, “Our
Cause Is Just!”
God and was country still!
By IMMA
Thornton, Seth B. Thornton
Spirit of Democracy,
We feel called upon to publish the following interesting
tribute from the N.O. Delta, not only because the lamented
RICHMOND INQUIRER:
This intrepid dragoon officer who was the first to begin
this war, was, alas! the first to sacrifice his life in the late march of our
army from
We knew Seth Thornton well. He was a companion and
schoolmate of our early days, and a braver and more warm-hearted soul never
animated a human frame. He was born in Caroline county, Virginia, and at his
death, was about thirty-three years of age. Young as he was, his life had been
a checkered and eventful one. We doubt whether there is any man now living who
had passed safely through so many and such imminent perils and trials as have
marked the life of Captain Thornton.
Some years ago he
was a passenger, when quite a youth, on the ill-fated Polaski, and when that
steamer took fire, he was nearly the last to leave her. When others thought
only saving their own lives, he thought only of saving the lives of the fair
women and children on board. When all the passengers had been sent off in boots
and on spars, Capt. Thornton, having first securely tied his body to a
hen-coop, threw himself into the sea.—Whilst in the water, he picked up several
men, whom he had succeeded in fastening to the coop, and thus they floated for
many a long and weary hour exploded to a burning sun, and without a particle of
food. One by one his companions dropped off, and perished at sea.
Last summer, being relieved from duty, he came home on a
short visit, but as soon as he reached
“Captain Thornton, though ever in the front of danger, and
reckless of all perils and obstacles, was by no means physically a vigorous or
muscular man. On the contrary, he was of small and delicate structure, and of
weakly constitution. But his bold and manly spirit made him always ready to
dare every danger, and assume the most trying and perilous positions which
could be pointed out to him.
But alas!, poor Seth, he is gone—cut off, not as his brave
heart panted for in the glorious conflict of arms, at the head of his bold
dragoons—his bloody saber flaming in the sunbeams, and the frightened for
flying before his avenging arm—but in a mere reconnaissance, by an accidental
cannon shot, and when an enemy was in sight, his brave spirit was loosened from
its mortal tenement; and thus he fell with his face to the foe. Peace to his
remains—immortality to his memory.
Walton, Caroline Elizabeth Walton
Spirit of Democracy,
Died—On Monday, the 24th inst, at the residence
of her father in this place, Caroline Elizabeth, the last of three daughter of
William C. and Sidna Walton, in the 20th year of her age. She died,
as she had ever lived, a model of intelligence, morality and virtue—loved and
respected by all who had the pleasure of her acquaintance.
The parents of the deceased may be, to some extent,
consoled by the assurance that they have the sympathy and condolence of the
citizens of our town in their bereavement, as they have, without doubt, of all
their friends and acquaintances elsewhere.
It is useless for us to say one word favorable to the
memory of the deceased. She did, in this life, in this respect, what no person
on earth could do for her. Her Christian deportment, her kind and unaffected
affability towards all with whom she had intercourse, was such as to fix
indellibly on the minds of all the most pleasing impressions, which can only be
erased by death.
By the death of the deceased the
In native elegance of mind,
Thy
radiant genius shone;
With virtues, that we can but find
In such as
thee alone.
.
Mild as the tints of morning light
Pure as
the dews of even;
Thy virtues shone resplendent bright
Thy
virtues shine in Heaven.
.
Yes, Yes, our envious hearts would tear
Thee from
a Saviour’s love;
Would hold thee for our idol here,
And worship
thee above.
Watson, William Watson, William Watson
Thompson, Augustus Thompson
Irvin, David Irvin
Spirit of Democracy,
STEAMBOAT COLLISION AND LOSS OF LIFE
The steamboats “
Six men were drowned—one passenger and five of the
crew—three of whom were named William Watson, Augustus Thompson and David
Irvin.
It is said that the Isaac Newton went immediately to the rescue
of the sufferers.
The cargo of the
Wright, Silas Wright
2nd obit
Spirit of Democracy,
The sudden death of this illustrious statesman will be felt
as a great and lamentable event throughout the length and breadth of our land.
He died of apoplexy, at his residence in
To those—and there are many such—who hold that, in a free
government like ours, a devotion to public affairs and to political life as
they are at present managed among us, is unfavorable to the development of the
best and manliest qualities of character—to those who believe that, in a
republic, a long and successful political career must harden the heart against
the better and kinder sympathies of our nature, and engender an ambition at
once unscrupulous overweening, and selfish—to those who tell us how hard it is
for the eminent politician to keep his lips pure from guile, his heat
[sic-heart] free from stormy passions, and his hands unstained [sic-unstained]
by practice of corruption—to those who assure us that the favor of the people
must, under a democratic government, be won by fawning, and that the charms of
high station are an overmatch for the strength even of the most steadfast
integrity;--to all such objectors against the working of our free institutions
upon the characters of our public men, the life and death of Silas Wright
furnish a refutation at once conclusive and sublime. From his boyhood he
learned to be a statesman. His earliest impulse urged him to don the bright
harness of demeratic principles, and to go forth to battle in the thick of the
fight for the Popular Cause. He passed through almost every form of official
life. In the politics of his town, of his county, of his State, and of his
country, he bore in quick succession a most leading and conspicuous part. In
places of highest administrative power in situations of subordinate ministerial
trust and duty, in the silent labors of the committee room, and in the halls of
senatorial eloquence and action—in every scene where mind is strained to its
severest tension, and character put to its sternest ordeal—there always
foremost among the champions of popular rights, always holding fast to his
principles as to his honor and religion—fearless to meet any crisis, prompt to
assume any rightful responsibility—firm calm, watchful, labourious,
incorruptible—Silas Wright, himself a poor man and poor man’s friend, builded
up the fair and stately fabric of his fame on the fast foundations of intellect
and integrity. And when the great crisis of his public career came at last, and
his grateful country tendered to him, in quick succession, her highest judicial
and executive stations, faithful to a scrupulous sensitiveness of honor, he
rose superior even to the legimate ambition of a great statesman, calmly put
aside, the most glitering rewards of public life, and without impatience, or
emotions, or effort, went back to his humble farmhouse and his little farm, to
till the earth with his own hands, and to earn his daily bread with the sweat
of his brow.
Such a character is monumental.—It bears the most eloquent
witness to all our statesman of the “noble arts” by which, in this country, the
favor of the people may be won. Such a life, indeed, is truly, and in the
highest sense, American. It could hardly appear under any other government than
our own. Such a career, too, we may say with pride, belongs, even in this
country, soley to those principles and impulses, which unite themselves in
party organization, to advance the cause of the people. The public and the
private life of Silas Wright were at once the result, the manifestation, and
the triumph of democratic principles.
It is not for us to assume that the long and varied life of
Mr. Wright presents no single instance of error. It is not given to man to be
thus infallible. We leave to those better informed than we are, to pronounce
upon all the details of his administration as governor of the State of
All who knew Mr. Wright agree that his powers of mind were of
the highest order. Yet he persuaded and prevailed as much by the noble
moderation of his spirit as by the vigor and compresiveness of his
understanding. He carried into public affairs the best characteristics of
private life. In the memorable session of the twenty-seventh Congress he fought
with matchless power the great battle of the people against privilege, and came
out of the contest without having made an enemy.
Though, in the death of Mr. Wright, the democracy of the
country must feel that it has lost one of its most powerful champions, yet the
loss of influence upon the character of politics, and political aspirants among
us, will be yet more severely felt. One of the brightest examples of political
virtue no longer shines before mens` eyes. It can be seen now only in the
diminishing glass of remembrance. Other men may, perhaps, be found among us to
serve as faithfully, and to plead as eloquently, the cause of the people, as
did he whom we have lost. But it will be long before a similar combination of
circumstances shall unite with the most splendid powers of intellect, and the
highest elements of public character, to form a career at once so instructive,
so impressive, and so encouraging as that which has now closed in the grave of
Silas Wright.
Gifted with talents of the highest order—blessed with a
heart of the finest mould—with principles of the true democratic stamp, adapted
to the free people among whom his lot was cast; and, with manners destitute of
all affection, of all the airs and arrogance of office, but recommended by all
the simplicity and all the amiableness which distinguished those of Jefferson,
of Madison, of Marshall—Silas Wright was the man to earn the respect and
affection of his countryman. He was truly the man of the people. Already many
of his admiring countrymen were pointing him out, and holding him up for the
highest office in the republic. But death has cut him off from all the splendor
and all the interests of this world. Yet, we must repeat, amid all his high
qualities, there was one which pre-eminently deserves our notice and respect.
Considering his pretentions and his qualifications, his distinguished
abilities, and his numerous services, he was the last to claim, and the first
to decline, the offices which were almost showered upon him. At almost one and
the same time three brilliant honors were tendered to his acceptance. He was
urged to accept the governorship of
We leave the memory of this great man to the gratitude and
reverence of a great people. UNION
Wright, Silas Wright
Spirit of Democracy,
DEATH OF SILAS WRIGHT
We regret to announce the death of Silas Wright,
Ex-Governor of the State of
The death of Silas Wright is an event equally unexpected
and lamented. He was a man of rare abilities, and always distinguished for his
courtesy and readiness in debate. Few men were entitled to occupy so exalted a
position in the ranks of a party, and yet we have never seen a man so careless
of distinction.
A nomination to the office of Vice President was tendered
him and he declined it and so of other offices, equally honorable and exalted.
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